When I was 21 I gave away all of my possessions and took two suitcases and 600 dollars and ran away to Los Angeles where I didn't know anyone. I stayed in youth hostels for a couple of weeks, made friends, and less than a year later I was living in Las Vegas instead. I lived there for six years. I was a dancer in Vegas. When I was out West I learned that I hate everything about the current plastic American way of life. I also hate hot weather. I would have left sooner, but you know, I was in love.
I haven't worn a watch since the 9th grade.
I walk around barefoot for most of the summer.
I'm a night person.
I have a faintly disturbing attachment to the 1980's.
I'm silly but I'm also intense.
I am a cat lady who reads mystery novels.
I'm in my fourth year of college and doing quite well even though I'm older than traditional college age. This works for me because people always think that I'm younger than I actually am. I look younger, and sometimes I feel younger, even though I've experienced so many crazy things in my life.
I used to want to be a famous writer. Now I just want to be happy.